Hands on my neck
Hands on my wrists
I can feel you again
Wish I couldn’t
Haunts me over
Years later
Hands up my shirt
Frozen in place
I know you shouldn’t touch me there
You’re not done
Who am I to know?
Hands down my pants
Why are your hands there?
Why are they everywhere?
What is that sound you’re making?
I’m only nine
I was only nine
It’s hard to remember what year I’m in
You were my cousin
Why touch me?
Why hurt me like that?
Because you were a minor as well
The family didn’t care
Guess they didn’t think it was a big deal
I guess I shouldn’t either
It’s fine, right?
I don’t want to be a problem to anyone
They don’t want to hear about it
I guess I’ll stay quiet
If nobody will listen, why tell?
Everyone looks at me like a villain
6 years later, why try to be better?
You weren’t even punished
But I was.
I was.
Why am I the monster?
When it was your hands?
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2023 12:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of my story. A chapter out of my book. A turn on my journey.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Forgive us our trespassers, as we forgive those who trespass against us...
Don't think it is possible yet for me to forgive. Maybe one day.
girl this made me cry
this is so real
Awww you're so sweet i hope you're doing alright
lol no I'm fine I just relate hard🩷
This hit me hard reading this brought memories back I feel your pain as you typed this out always here if you need a shoulder❤️
Thank you 💜
Your welcome ❤️
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